Miranda Lambert - Dead Flowers

I feel like the flowers in this vase

He just brought them home one day,

“ain’t they beautiful” he said

They’ve been here in the kitchen

and the water’s turning grey

They’re sitting in the vase

but now they’re dead

Dead flowers

I feel like this long string of lights

They lit up our whole house on Christmas day

But now it’s January

and the bulbs have all burned out

But still they hang

Like dead flowers

He ain’t feeling anything

My love, my hurt, or the sting of this rain

And I’m living in a hurricane

All he can say is “man,

ain’t it such a nice day”

Yeah

I feel like the tires on this car

You said they won’t go far

but we’re still rolling

I look in the rear view

and I see dead flowers in the yard

And that string of lights,

and it ain’t glowing

Like dead flowers

Like dead flowers

He ain’t feeling anything

My love, my hurt, or the sting of this rain

I’m driving through a hurricane

All he can say is “man,

ain’t it such a nice day”

Hey I guess it’ll just go to waste

Like dead flowers

Like dead flowers

Like dead flowers